Records Zen

 Days became weeks, months, years. All those steps on those sidewalks, trying to understand what photography was all about for me, taking a personal diary, finding my place in an ever-changing existence. It's been a while now (years) since I've wandered the streets like I used to do. Now it's more personal, more private, more direct. It can be about me getting older and searching different things. But I remember those days of constant exposure with real joy and sometime they come back.  After all, it's the same research about finding a place and meaning.

Recently I've been spending endless hours in my darkroom-basement . I am starting to love that place. Is becoming surviving to a big change in the photography market and a creative place where I can work in a state of creative isolation. It's direct relations versus a social-based world. While making order I found the Old Time Keeper Box, the kind of huge boxes I make while working in a moodboard way, I was just collecting pictures until something emerged. I can clearly remember a friend telling me "this is not a collection, is a delirium". Time keeper was about this, it was a book about the process of discovery. It's never been intended as a "best of" book, but like a printed moodboard. It shows the good and the bad, all united by the sense of a couple decades going by. A couple decades where my daughter became a young woman, someone disappeared and trees grow up becoming a small forest. In the middle of this you have the experience of getting lost and

  From the many videos to young photographer I've seen around and even if Martin Parr photography is not what I look at as a reference, this is probably one of the most sincere messages to young photographers...

 Afterwords I have been taking pictures around different cities daily for decades now. Suddenly, everything starts looking as a map of a place that has no definite name or belonging. The rhythm of the crowd, loneliness, fascination, and tiredness melt together in a swirl. Many of us experienced some sort of isolation during the pandemic from the daily grind and this looks like a diary about celebration and escape. As the act of shooting in the streets is changing for me, photographs are memory and photocopy of the daily life experience itself. A swift, successive chain of things, That flash, kaleidoscope-like, now in, now out, Now straight, now eddying in wild rings, No order, neither law, compels their moves, But endless, constant, always swiftly roves. Alice Dunbar-Nelson - 1875-1935

For years and years has been street photography. Wandering, learning. Learning to see, to feel.  Getting awareness on life. I decided to celebrate this way of seeing in a handmade book for some lovers of photography. A hand-made book in edition of 10 copies on 20x20 cm format recycled fiber paper and rags, 26 digital photos on Permajet Matt paper 15 cm format, with a fanzine printed and stitched manually, 32 A5 pages . Both projects have manual interventions inside. Each copy contains a 15x20 size print on matte Ilford Classic Baryta paper with silver salts and other small accessories. Map is the final synthesis of a period of over twenty years.